With the Greatest Good in Mind
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
I’m not comfortable telling you how much I weigh. I’m not even okay with being weighed at the doctor’s office. In fact, I’ll avoid going to the doctor altogether, if it means I won’t have to step onto the scale and brace myself.
The Unaccompanied Journey
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
This busy week is when the remaining members of my father-in law’s platoon will to travel to Tennessee for one final gathering.
Returning to the World of Words
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
There aren’t enough hours in the day. There’s never enough time. And no matter what we do to budget or plan, the inevitability of its expiration is omnipresent.
The Silence of the Goats
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
As I began working on this column, I had just discovered a countdown website loaded with symbols attributed to the so-called Illuminati.
Dybbuk Box
by Jennifer Prueitt-Selby
This week on Facebook, my daughter sent me a link to an Ebay listing for a dybbuk box. For those of you who’ve never watched SyFy’s Paranormal Witness, a dybbuk box supposedly contains a trapped malevolent spirit.
Hedgehog Alchemy
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
My laptop crashed so violently that an unblinking black screen was my only response as I pushed the power button—that illuminated circle intersected by a line at the northernmost point, quite like a diamond in a ring.
New Year, New You
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
There are only so many times a Midwestern mother of five can reinvent herself. I’m not Lady Gaga, folks.
Midwestern Nice
by Jennifer Pruiett-Selby
If there’s one thing I can say about people here, it’s that few will resist the urge to speak ill of others. Not only do people here spread rumors, they do it openly and with great joy.
Farmers Only
by Jennifer J. Pruiett-Selby
Here in Iowa, I’m acutely aware of the external perception of the Midwest. Most believe we can’t party late into the night because we all must rise early to slop our chickens.
An Awkward Introduction
by Jennifer J. Pruiett-Selby
I’m not good with introductions. You could say that I’m socially awkward and I probably wouldn’t disagree with you. Being in public makes me sweaty. That’s why I always wear yoga pants.
